007. Thought Experiment [OPEN]

[a_perfect_end]

[He's just going to sit, chin on his fist, tilted awkwardly to watch the camera a moment. In light of recent events on-station, this has never been more necessary. Sometimes, the act of planning is its own solution.]

Greetings, Sacrosanct.

Describe: the perfect day.

...Detail is preferable, but entirely voluntary.

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[rustigedraak]

[ Ah, this is something Ladon doesn't have to think too hard about. ]

Rain in the mornin', sun in the afternoon, bench on the boardwalk by the beach durin' the off-season. Scotch an' good company. No one gets shot, no need t'lie to the cops, just time to sit and watch the sunset.

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[a_perfect_end]

Very specific! [A satisfied nod.] Good. Thank you.

That's very vivid. Is there something particular you like about sunset?

[That vile star being suppressed beneath the horizon is the best part of every day. But he's curious.]

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[rustigedraak]

Yeah, sure.

Well. Guess 'cause it changes the sky into different colors, yeah? Makes the ocean look like liquid gold, clouds get all pink and purple. Didn't see sunsets like that where I grew up. Hell of a lot prettier, even if it's the city smog makin' it that way.

[ pfff he's been posting video, sorry. ]

[a_perfect_end]

That does sound...striking. [So. Sunsets are prized for their aesthetic.] Liquid gold.

Oh! A city-dweller, huh? [The wistful tone is clear. He is thinking of endless streets that burn blue and gold in the darkness.] But you didn't grow up there. Interesting.

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[rustigedraak]

Kinda like those stripes glowin' on your duds there. Whole ocean, far as you can see, that color.

Moved t'the city 'bout ten years ago. S'weird bein' here now, yeah? Keep expectin' to bump into people when I'm walkin' down the street, but there ain't no one else walkin' most the time.